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A little boy played strange games

No toy he ever touched

But when nobody looked

His body cooked - in his soul where burning flames

Oh my son I see your talent

Waiting for such guys like you

Satan's in his throne

In his dark damned doom - his help he'll surely sent!

Oh little mouse - where is your head

Do you want something instead

Now little bird you see my blade

Now you see I know my trade

Tormentor

He the master in his own four walls

Life's an life in fun

Cause his only joy

Is an living toy - somebody to cut off

Oh bloody body - where's your head

Can't find it in this mess

Misused life i can't stand it

But I'll have success

Tormentor

Oh little mouse - where is your head

Do you want something instead

Now little bird you see my blade

Now you see I know my trade

Tormentor